Finally, An Entry Which Includes Actual Writing.
Mood:  lazy
Topic: Rants
There is something remarkably liberating about having my Comments broken. It's the way I used to feel doing the 2 a.m. to 6 a.m. shift back in my college radio days: Is anyone listening? Maybe not! Maybe I'm back-announcing to no one but myself! But I digress.

The fact is that I have been in serious mode (see photo; now DON'T I LOOK SERIOUS?) for a few weeks now. Serious about making money, that is. The law firm where my husband works, which I call my biggest client, is in fact my only client, and I have been spending my days there. They've got me stashed in a nice big office, way up in front near the receptionist, far far away from Ben's. (This is a good thing, because it keeps us from goofing around together too much on the job.) And now that I am in business for myself, the quantity and quality of my work product becomes crucial.

I get easily bored on the job, just as I used to get easily bored in high school and college and even in law school. As John Berryman wrote in The Dream Songs, "Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so." Do I ever agree! The practice of law is particularly boring, even more so for paralegals than for attorneys, because we don't even get to argue in court or send fuck-you letters to opposing counsel. We're the legal janitors; we handle the messes the lawyers don't want to deal with. If it's tedious or thankless or just generally a pain in the ass, that's when they say Fuck this. Give it to one of the paralegals.

Too bad I couldn't stand to stay married to Anthony even one minute longer. I'd have been a lawyer for years by now! Still bored, probably, but at least I'd have been better paid. And I ADORE writing fuck-you letters. If you've got a really good vocabulary, you can insult the shit out of people without them even realizing it!

But I didn't come here to bitch; all this started out as an explanation of why I never write anymore, or follow my friends' blogs properly, or post in my groups or e-mail anyone. (Well, there is one noteworthy exception to that last, but that's another story, and I AIN'T TELLING IT.) I hope y'all have enjoyed my recent silence as much as I've enjoyed yours!

And my kids are snapping at my heels again, as they tend to do; and I am SO out of here. Enjoy your Fourth of July holiday, everyone. We are planning to illegally set off a bunch of fireworks in our cul-de-sac (because although our house is in Costa Mesa, where they are legal, our cul-de-sac is in Newport Beach, where they are NOT). Shhh, don't tell the Newport Beach Police -- although they are SO swamped with drunk-in-publics down on the Peninsula they won't have time for us. BONUS.